I’m Coming Out!

OK I admit it. I have finally succumbed. You will now see me out and about sporting my man bag. A Barbour Mail Bag, as sported by males!

Now this is in no way gay. Not that there is anything wrong with being gay. It is just not the look I am going for – unlike my pilot (nuff said) brother-in-law with his Mulberry Messenger Bag, which is as camp as a camp thing could be. Nor is it in any way a handbag.

Nope. Mine is a purely practical, weather-proofed (waxed leather and canvas) means of carrying those things that a man needs to carry – wallet, keys, mobile phone, iPad, and reading glasses (middle age is a terrible thing). It is a rough and tumble, throw in the back of the car and happy to put down on the spit and sawdust flooring of a real ale pub bag…. Not a place in the middle of a circle to dance around, Mulberry!

So, no more will I be seen with bulging pockets (although in every other respect I am Beckhamesque in the trouser department) stuffed with all of the above, tissues, loose change, and ID passes. And, hopefully, my trousers will last longer as a result – the lining of the pockets tends to get holes in them as a result of a constant fumbling (for keys and change!).

So, now for the battle of what constitutes allowable carry on luggage next time I’m flying off somewhere……